Third POV

"Wah, you are here? I didn't think that you would come here even after my invitation." She smirked as she sat on her motorbike. I stood in front of her, my hands buried in my pockets as I looked at her with a bored gaze.

"If you want to call me, just do it directly." I pulled my cigarette as I kept it between my mouth. "Don't pull off risky tricks."

"Come on, that was fun." She took the cigarette from my pack and kept it between her lips. She leaned closer as our cigarettes touched. "Besides, pissing your ass off is my life goal, Rhein."

Her blazing eyes looked into my tired blank ones as the strong winds flew between us.

"Light it, your face this close is an eyesore."

I looked at her annoyed as I lighted the cigarettes. She moved away from me as she inhaled it. She continued to smoke, gazing at the sun slowly rising, until her cigarette finished.

"It's going to happened." She held my hand as she checked the time. I yanked my hand from her as she snickered at me. "We have five minutes left. Wanna say something?"

I inhaled the toxic smoke, crushing it on the ground as I looked at the sun rise. "We have seen plenty of these . There is no need for a dramatic speech for that."

"Jeez, show some humanity."

"For that, you need to have something humane to hold onto."

She smirked. "Death is unfortunate."

"Death is not unfortunate. It's unfortunate that you had created relations with others and left them stranded. It's your fault for not accepting the fact that not everyone lives forever. If there is life, then there is death. If death exists, then life is also there."

She scoffs. "You really don't have emotions, do you?"

"That's the line everyone says when they have to face the cruel truth. This is world is the example of a living hell." I poke my cheek as I glanced at my watch. "It's happening now."

The sunlight reached the darkest parts as it covered the whole Peony Mir.

But it was too late, the damage has already occurred. It's of no use, sun. The moon has embedded its poison and killed them slowly.

Liam

"That's all for today. Make sure to complete your work." The teacher exited the classroom as the class busted into murmurs. I turned towards Yuna who was reading another novel. My cheek rested on my hand as I observed him.

"If you are so interested in novels, why don't you try the Poetry Club?"

"You don't want to attend your first class?" Yuna flipped the page.

"Bullseye." I sighed as I laid my head.

"What's the problem?"

"What would you do if you were in my place?" I pouted as Yuna gave no reply, too immersed in his novel to respond. "After knowing the truth, I don't think I can face the Club-In-charge anymore."

"Half-truth ."

"Huh?" I raised my head as I looked at him.

"That's the topic for first day of Poetry Club. That pig was too excited about it, only to find out that she won't be a part of the Poetry Club anymore."

"She must have felt sad. Oliver really wanted to join the Club ever since she found out about it."

"She doesn't easily like things. She must have had a reason to want to join the Club."

"Hm . . . She did . . ."

"Liam! Which club will you choose when you reach high school?" Oliver sat beside me, as I looked at the sea.

"Oh, I was thinking about going to XXXXX Club."

"Waah, that's nice." The cool breeze blew as her hair flowed along with it. "What about you? Which club do you want to go in?"

"Oh me? I want to join the Poetry Club!"

"Poetry Club?" She nodded her head. "Is there a reason?"

"Yeah, I want to understand more about how people convey the things in their hearts out to the public. How they are able to understand their own emotions and write it down in words. I want to learn how to do that."

"What will to do then? For what will you use that?"

The sunlight fell on her delicate skin as a smile formed on her lips.

"I want to write a love letter, without actually using the words used to describe romantic feelings."

"That's totally childish." Yuna muttered, distress visible on his face. "Sometimes I feel like smacking her across her face. She is never going to grow up."

"Come on!" Haya kept her hand on Yuna's shoulder as our eyes turned to her. "Don't be like that, Yuna."

"Remove your hand." She awkwardly removed her hand as Yuna went back to his novel. "And don't you think listening to other's conversation is rude?"

"I didn't mean to purposely listen to you guys."

"Really? That doesn't seem like the case to me." Yuna smiled at her sarcastically as he closed his book shut. "I wouldn't have mind others listening to our conversation. But since it is the loud-mouthed girl of our class, I was rather worried about my privacy."

"Yuna, it's fine. Haya didn't mean to do it on purpose." I nudged him, as he remained still.

"I-I am sorry." Haya stuttered before bursting into tears, as she ran out of the classroom.

"Damn, you really are the worst." Sho approached him, crossing her arms as she eyed him. "Can't you act like a kind man for once?"

"It isn't my fault that she busted into tears. I thought all girls are tough."

"Well," Sho slammed her hand on Yuna's table, her eyes boring deep into his. "I am sorry that not all girls are like Oliver."

"And I am sorry that your friend was a gentle soul." Yuna forced smiled at her as he got up from his seat.

"Apologise to Haya!" Sho stomped her feet as Yuna gave her a bored look.

"If you are willing to touch my toes and call me your Master, I'll think about it."

"You-"

"Don't worry, Sho" I kept my hand on her shoulder as she looked at me. "I'll convince Yuna to apologise to Haya, okay?"

"What?!" A dagger was thrown towards my way. Yuna's eyes shined with darkness as I gulped the vivid feeling.

"Ah, thank you, Liam." She said as she turned to Yuna with a mischievous smile. "What will you do now, Yuna?" I shook my head as a small smile formed on my lips.

Sho's polarity can sometimes send shivers down my spine. Switching in a second with a smooth transition is Sho's speciality. Known for her bubbly personality, she is well-known among most of the students in our school. Smart and athletic. She had everything.

"So, ready for your club, Liam?" Sho turned towards me as my smile vanished. Now it was Yuna's turn to smile and mine to suffer.

Oh lord.

"Welcome."

The cold brown eyes greeted me again as I hesitantly bowed to her. Club Activities are supposed to occur after our classes have ended for the day. The evening sun lighted the room, giving it a touch of peach.

I entered the room, sliding the door closed behind me. I sat in the one and only empty desk, which happened to be beside Leah. I knew this as I recognised her bag from last time. I nervously looked around the room as I saw other students sitting in their desks.

They were all new faces.

I guess they are from other sections. Now that I think about it, I don't think I have ever seen Leah anywhere in the school. Was she in a different section? I hung my bag as my fingers fiddled with each other on the desk.

Leah walked up to the platform; everyone's attention drawn to her. The light in her eyes slightly sparked as she began speaking.

"Good evening everyone present here." She bowed. Strands of hair fell on her face as she straightened her back. "I am Leah Gardenia, the Club In-Charge for Poetry Club." She tugged her strands behind her ear as a small smile formed on her lips.

"Now as part of our tradition, everyone will come on the platform and introduce themselves. We'll start from the last seat to first." Leah stepped down from the platform as she sat back in her seat.

The boy from the last seat stood up as he went to the platform. He scanned around the room as his small nails picked his fingers. His tongue wetted his lips as his eyes slowly went to Leah. A small blush appeared on his cheeks as he slowly met Leah's gaze.

A spark.

Light of confidence started inside of him as he composed himself and overlapped his hands in the front. The empty fire place, which was left barren and unwanted—had suddenly glowed. It wasn't his inner fire that burned brightly. It was someone else.

My head turned towards Leah as she continued to look at the boy. His words got blurry as my eyes searched into hers. Blank. Blank brown eyes. What light did it had? What was her purpose? What did that boy see in her hollow eyes that brought his inner light back? Or was the light even there or did she light it?

Leah Gardenia . . .

If you had the power to light other's hearts on fire and giving them strength, why is your own heart empty? Why can I find void and emptiness in you? Why? Why are you not truly happy?

Chime.

W-What?

The chimes rung in rhythm as Leah turned towards me. A gush of wind flowed past me as her eyes found mine. "Is there something wrong, Mister Abiko?" Her lips moved slowly as I looked into her eyes, head on. A spark. A light. The fuel. My gaze fell on her whole face as a tired expression formed on her face.

A second—no, less than that. I saw it, the fuel. The thing that burned the boy's heart.

You . . .

You gave others hope . . .

Then, why did you take away my hope . . .?

"Can we please not have the introduction part today?" I spoke as the rest of the students murmured among themselves. The boy stood on the stage awkwardly as he watched the scene unfold.

"Is it uncomfortable?" She spoke in a tender tone.

For others, her voice touches their heart with a soft warmth. But then, why does her tender voice feel like sharp needles being thrown into my heart. Poison dipped in them as they drain the soul from heart. It's funny to say that her voice drains my heart, when the only thing she can drain from there is blood.

A small smile formed on my lips as I nodded my head slowly.

"You see, I actually had lost my memories in an accident months ago and had slowly revived them. There are many things that I have yet to discover about myself." Leah nodded in agreement. "So, whom should we blame for this?"

"Blamed for what?"

A slight confusion came upon her face as I leaned back on my chair. Her eyes, her face—they make me feel like suffocating. My mind feels crushed. My heart, heavy from this feeling—almost dropping to the pit of my stomach.

"Blamed for killing my real self. Whom shall we hold accountable for my erasing my true self?"

Leah sighed as she thought for a while.

What are you thinking?

"If you can find your old memories, can't you find your old self? Are you scared to find your true self to be different from your current self? Or was the old Liam the one whom you wanted to be but failed too?"

She is . . .

Unbelievable.

I scoffed in disbelief as I kicked my desk and stood up. A squeal was heard as everything went silent. Leah continued to look at me as she stayed still. She truly is . . .

Furious steps found their way towards her as my fingers found her collar and pulled them. Her head harshly crashed into mine as I continued to pull her collar. Her body only stood still, watching my body burning furiously.

"Do you have any sense of sympathy?! Heck do you even feel empathy towards anyone?!" Her eyes felt like a lens. A lens that always observed me. But when I tried to look through them, all I saw was emptiness and darkness. But was the lens really empty? Or did I miss something?

"Do you really think that you are not responsible for my pain?! Tell me!" My grip loosened from her collar as I fell on my knees. "Tell me, Leah."

Her eyes looked into mine as I saw the same spark. The fuel.

"Are you not responsible for my pain?"